#they gettin' hitched man!

[noonmutter]

Save the Date

The Mailementals were going to be busy for a while, carrying little dark blue boxes tied with a simple white ribbon and addressed in glittering golden ink every which-a-way.

Each box's contents was the same: A card, and a little bag containing a pair of raspberry dark chocolate truffles.

The card was ornate and brilliant turquoise, fading into a deeper blue toward the edges, and covered in the same shining lettering as the box it'd arrived in.

"Seven years ago, a wee elf came up to a drunken human to compliment the shirt he wasn't wearing anymore. "Seven years ago, a weary Gilnean asked a nervous Sin'dorei if he'd like to step outside for some air. "Five years ago, the Gilnean and the Sin'dorei admitted their affections by complete accident. "Five years ago, the Gilnean got into trouble, and the Sin'dorei dragged him out of it, and they admitted it intentionally this time. "Three years ago, they announced they would be wed. "Three months from now, provided their friends don't finally strangle them after all this waiting, they'll be following through with that promise." "You are cordially invited to witness the union of Leon Peppercog-Ambroce and Valarin Sunstorm"

The location, date, and time was written carefully by hand on the back, and signed by the both of them.

When: 6 PM (PST) Saturday, December 2nd, 2023 Where: The Ruby Life Pools (you will need a summon for this! We got fancy!)

((It's about dang time, right? Anyone and everyone who feels like attending is welcome and encouraged to do so, but because we'll be sneaking attendees into a normally-inaccessible part of the Ruby Life Pools, you'll need to reach out to be invited to an ingame party first.))

((The ceremony itself will be fairly short, and the afterparty as long as people feel like partyin'. See you there!))

[yawnderu]

>Simon has a neet weirdo as a best friend Or Simon Riley lets his best friend see his naked body for art references.

This wasn't the way Simon was expecting to spend his PTO; naked in his best friend's bed with his hand covering his soft cock, hoping not to make you uncomfortable as you took notes of his body's reactions.

“Can you like... get hard?” He was trying his best not to get hard, going as far as to think about gross things he's seen throughout the years to distract himself from the feeling of your nails raking up and down his bare stomach, defined muscles tensing and bulging beneath your palm.

“'S not how it works.” He grumbled out, tired brown eyes looking away from you. Simon isn't embarrassed— not at all, he's simply not used to someone inspecting him the way you are, curious eyes fully focused on his body, taking in every single tattoo and scar, living proof of how many times he's kicked death's ass.

“Well, just think about... I don't know, tits.” He lets out a dry chuckle at the awkwardness in your tone, trying your best to keep it professional in the name of art. He looks down at you with pure amusement the moment he sees your hand drifting up, tracing the outline of his defined, muscular pecs.

You take a second to fully admire the view in front of you, absent-mindedly starting to play with his erect nipple, not registering the way his breath hitches. Simon looks like a gladiator— lightly tanned skin making his rippling muscles stand out greatly, becoming the virtual image of ancient Greek fantasies, a plethora of scars showing how often he crosses the edge of death.

“Gettin' a bit touchy there.” His playful tone doesn't save the mild embarrassment, about to let go of his nipple before his rough, calloused hand grasps your wrist, encouraging you to keep touching him.

“'S working.” Simon's other hand moves out of the way slightly, just barely enough for you to see his hardening cock, veins starting to become more prominent along his long, meaty shaft. He doesn't protest when you move his hand out of the way, getting a perfect look at him.

“That's... oddly interesting.” The awkwardness coming from you never fails to amuse him, only making his ego inflate by the second, even when you look down at your notebook to keep taking notes of his body's reactions.

“Does it feel weird to get a boner?” He thinks about it for a few seconds before shaking his head, holding back a laugh at the blunt questions. In the name of art, she says.

“Not weird, just... I don't know, bird.” The expectant look that you give him distracts him for a second, trying to think of a better way to explain it.

“Feels good. Bit tingly most of the time, and you can feel it... y'know, grow.” Explaining what getting a boner feels like isn't the weirdest thing he's done for you, half-lidded brown eyes focused on the way you simply nod and keep taking notes, using his words as inspiration for the erotic novels he knows you write.

The room is almost quiet for a few minutes, Simon's breathing becoming harder being the only sound, feeling your soft hands caressing every single inch of his skin, feeling him up more than he can take... and ultimately edging him without even being aware, stopping to take notes every once in a while.

“I can show you how a man jacks off, too. For the sake of art, yeah?”

[wintrwinchestr]

fucksgiving 2023

shoutout to @justagalwhowrites for coining the term :)

please enjoy a short filthy drabble to get you flustered at the dinner table on this fine american thanksgiving day

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

warnings: 18+, dirty talk with almost zero plot, daddy kink (no one is surprised), boyfriend's dad!joel, light choking, petnames, degredation, allusion to smut

word count: 332

divider by @saradika

“The fuck do you think you’re doin’, hm?” Joel questions in a gravelly half-whisper, approaching from behind as you lean over his kitchen counter, propped up on your elbows. You had excused yourself from the table less than a minute ago, flashing him a flirty little wink as you stood up, a silent cue for him to follow you.

“Me? Wh– what do you mean?” You spin around to face him and bat your eyelashes in a display of feigned innocence, one he sees right through without even trying.

“Been testin’ me all goddamn evenin’, now you’re bent over in front of me like that, flashin’ me your soaked pussy under that slutty lil’ skirt… Too much of a fuckin’ whore to care that your boyfriend’s in the next room, ain’t that right?”

“Ew, why are you even looking up my skirt in the first place, old man?” you tease. Before you have a chance to release a full string of giggles, Joel’s large hand is wrapped around your neck, trapping your breath where it hitches in your throat.

“Drop the fuckin’ act, gettin’ tired of your bratty ass attitude. Callin’ me an old man like it doesn’t fuckin’ turn you on… Your daddy don’t pay enough attention to you at home, got you actin’ out, that it?”

You can’t help the involuntary whimper that slips from your parted lips at that word, the one you've been muttering to yourself late at night with your hand buried between your legs, thinking about your boyfriend’s father.

“Yeah? That do somethin’ for ya? Slutty lil’ girl needs a Daddy to put her in her place, don’t she? You got a thing for old men, babygirl, that it?”

“Uh huh, please, Daddy,” you manage to squeak out, Joel’s massive hand around your throat making you feel lightheaded and pliant.

“On your knees for me, baby, let Daddy teach you a fuckin’ lesson… act like a goddamn whore in his house, you get treated like one…”

tag list: @beefrobeefcal @gracieispunk @iamasaddie @rebel-held @dilfgestivo @zliteraturehoe if you see this, it won't let me tag you :(

[ddejavvu]

this idea came to me when I wanted to go to bed so imagine bradley at the hard deck wearing his usual hawaiian shirts and he bumps into a girl in a dress with the exact same design as his shirt like it's fate😭 and then after they start dating they always match🥹

THIS IS SO CUTE ??

--

The material that Bradley's hand brushes against is soft, but he doesn't pay much attention to it until he can see it. He stops in his tracks, offering you a sincere, "Sorry," when he's jostled from his left and rams into you on his right. You turn to glance at him over your shoulder, and you register each others' outfits at the same time, all owlish blinks and hitched breaths.

Bradley speaks first, a murmured, 'Oh-' but you're hot on his trail, an incredulous laugh escaping your lips.

You're wearing the same thing.

Bradley's sporting a faded old Hawaiian shirt, but it's unmistakably the same patterned fabric that your dress is made from. The green on his shirt was a lot brighter when he'd plucked it out of his dad's closet almost ten years ago, but yours is more vibrant, reminding him of a photo of him and his dad that lays in the drawer of his nightstand.

"I like your shirt," You grin at him, and he wonders if the glimmer in your eyes is always there, or only when you've got a drink in hand. It's pretty, he thinks, he hopes it's not temporary.

"I like your dress," He teases, swallowing what he doesn't want to admit is the beginnings of a lump in his throat, "Where'd you get it?"

"I found it at a thrift shop," You admit, reaching out to tug at the open panel of his shirt, "What about you?"

"It was my dad's," He grins, taking one step closer to you so that you're not so much reaching out for him as you are reaching up, "If he'd known there was a matching dress, he would have bought one for my mom."

"That's sweet!" You gush, and he notices whether you want him to or not, that you haven't let go of his shirt yet, "I like it when husbands match with their wives, I think it makes a good man."

--

"-And that's- that's why he's got that dumbass tie on," Fanboy concludes, words coming out slurred with laughter, "'Cause- cause three years ago she said it'd make him a good man."

"It's not dumb," Bob pipes up with a kind smile, eyeing Bradley's tie and your matching hair tie, a scrunchie made from the same fabric. You'd had to sacrifice your dress to fashion your accessories, but you're wearing maternity clothing now, and you likely won't be able to fit into it afterwards, anyways. It's a thing of the past, but you'd thought it unbearable not to incorporate the reason you'd gotten together with Bradley in the first place into your wedding.

"I don't care if he thinks it's dumb," Bradley drawls, his hand growing clammy from where it's been clutching yours beneath the table for almost an hour now, though he makes no move to break the embrace, "He thinks deodorant is dumb, too, and I can smell him from here."

"I'd watch what you say, Fanboy," Phoenix warns, "They made a onesie for the baby out of that dress, too, and if you keep running your mouth they might not let you hold her."

"He's not gettin' a chance to hold her anyways," Jake vows, "Kid's gonna love me so much she won't want me to put her down."

"You usually have the opposite effect on women," Bradley reminds him, "But the only ones I'll trust to hold her are Phoenix and Bob."

"No fair! I've got nieces and nephews," Jake protests, slightly more invested than normal thanks to the wine he's been nursing, his cheeks growing rosy with each sip, "I'm great with 'em."

"You throw those kids around like they're basketballs," Bradley scoffs, "And I'm not letting you give my baby brain damage, Hangman. I've gotta make sure she's smarter than you."

[simonrillleyyysss]

Hiii

I was wondering if you could write a smut with Simon Riley where the reader is feeling hella insecure because she doesn't look like the women in porn videos? Like she's got a bit of chub and her body type just isn't what Simon gets off to? Like a bunch of comfort and body praise?

If not, totally understand and feel free to ignore <3

ask and i will deliver,sorry for how bad this is writersblock go brrooombrooooomnm

“Say it.”

The blonde behind you ordered, thumb circling around your puffy clit—watching your eyes fall shut and lips open, inhaling shaky breaths. His freehand was groping and digging at your inner thigh, keeping the plush from slamming shut.

“Si—Siigghh.. I’m—I’m..”

Huffing out a heavy breath,he pulled you back against him; watching you in the mirror with subtle awe—you were gorgeous, how could you be so self-depreciating? You’re fuckin’ lying.

“I can’t—S’not true..”

As soon as you said that, he pulled his thumb away and watched you cry out in frustration, withering into a slump beside him, staring at the man.

“But—S’not true, Simon!”

“Yeah? Yr’ not cummin’, then. Simple as that.”

Simon carelessly laid back on the bed, sitting with the bunched up pillows propped beneath his head; rubbing and fisting at his sweatpants to ease his boner, glaring at you with stern unease.

“Why’re y’insecure? Yr’ gorgeous, if y’werent, I wouldn’t be gettin’ hard anytime I see ‘y.”

“I don’t—I don’t look like..The girls in the videos.”

When you sniffled that out, he immediately scowled and pinched your calf, sitting up to look at you headon, shaking his head.

“And? You look fuckin’ better. Id rather shag my bird than some trashy pornstar.”

Sniffling, you leant forward to rest against him, his hands gently sliding up your sides—pressing soft, calculated kisses and bites to your neck, kneading at your breasts without any shame, feeling your breath hitch for a moment.

“You’re perfect.”

A pause, and a few hiccups.

“..M’perfect.”

“Perfect, goodwoman.”

Within seconds, he was crawling to rest between your thighs, kissing at the soft chub of your pretty tummy, coercing your thighs apart with a hand; he looked so ethereal there, heavy lidded eyes looking up at you like you were gods gift, lips pursed as he splayed gentle kisses to your cunt, your heart pounding in your chest as he licked a long stripe up your dampening folds.

“What did we—What did we go over?”

Simon asked—Well, mumbled, burying his face between your cunt and sucking, tongue flickering up and down, savouring your taste in his mouth.

“M’—Oh, god..M’perfect n’—Hmn..And I—Nn’ I deserve t’cum.. Please Simon..”

Smirking, the fairhaired individual ate your cunt like his life depended on it—Two fingers sliding into your tight hole and curling ever-so-slightly upwards to hit that gummy spot, making your eyes roll back and slam shut, and back arch up and off of your bed.

The knot in your stomach tightened, orgasm pending so quickly that you could barely process it; fingers digging into your blankets with heavy pants, his tongue making soft scribbles on your sensitive clit.

“Caannt—Ohmg..Can’t hold it back—Simon..”

Your pleas made his cock harden, fingers increasing in speed as they thrusted into your cunt eagerly; his eyes shutting as you let out a soft squeal, thighs trembling as your orgasm hit your limp body, the man between your thighs made a soft humming sound as he lapped at your cunt like an eager dog, before pulling back to look up at his gorgeous girl.

Rough, calloused hands moved to rest on your stomach—thumb brushing over the plush skin with adoration, your cheeks flushed and eyes hazy, drool almost rolling down your chin, it was shameful, really!

“Fuckin’pretty girl.”

“My prettygirl.”

[upsidedownwithsteve]

shy reader calling steve a pet name for the first time and he just short circuits 💖 like she calls him stevie and he forgets that robin ever used to call him that to tease him it just sounds like the most beautiful sweet thing youve ever said to him before

Steve’s brain was already fuzzy, ‘cause you’d come in half an hour before the end of his shift, smelling sweet, like mint and cherries, summer dress kissing at your thighs. You’d leaned over the counter, shy smile, eyes fond, kissing him when Robin wasn’t looking.

He’d hummed in pleasure, chasing your lips, always wanting more when it came to you. Steve would happily call himself a greedy, greedy man if it meant he could keep you to himself. So you granted him one more, mouth parting just slightly and he heard it, that little hitch of your breath when he got ahead of himself and let his tongue sweep over your lips.

His brain was white noise, static. You looked too pretty. How dare you? Didn’t you know what you did to him?

Your shy smile and flushed cheeks told him no, you didn’t have a clue. And god, wasn’t that even worse? Steve wanted to eat you up.

And then— and then!

“Stevie?”

The boy swallowed, throat thick, eyes blinking at you, dreamy, unfocused. His heart was thundering in his ears.

You said it again, voice soft, unsure like you were starting to doubt yourself at his silence. “Steve?”

Steve startled back to life, cheeks pink with pleasure, with affection, his hands finding yours over the countertop. He huffed out an almost laugh, an embarrassed noise, ‘cause he could feel the heat on his face, the tips of his ears. He felt like a freshman with his first crush - he always felt like that looking at you.

“—did you hear me?” You were frowning a little, brows crinkled as you wondered what you’d done to earn the dopey, lovesick gaze Steve was giving you. Not that you minded, but it made you flush, shy and a little overwhelmed with all the attention. “What’s wrong?”

“What’d you call me?”

You burned. “What? Nothing.”

“Baby,” Steve coaxed softly, a wide, bright smile stretching slow over his lips, like he couldn’t keep it at bay. His heart felt like it was fit to burst out of his chest. “No, c’mon, say it again.”

You blinked, eyes on the ceiling like Steve would forget if you looked away long enough. A gentle tug at your fingers brought you back, a calloused thumb pressed kindly to your palm. You gazed at the boy from under your lashes, watching the way he grinned.

He was too lovely.

“You gettin’ sweet on me?” He asked, no, teased.

“Steve,” it was an almost whine, shy and petulant, lips pushed into a pout ‘cause Steve loved to get you riled up for him, only to soothe you back down with the softest touches, whispered words and lazy kisses.

“No,” he frowned, all dramatic. “I liked it when you said it the other way.”

So you relented, nose crinkled and you tried not to grin, ‘cause it would only make the boy worse. You leaned in instead, pushed up onto your tips toes so you could meet him over the counter top, your own hands sneaking bravely up his forearms. You traced the lines of muscle there, lean and strong, upupup until you could push your thumbs to the soft skin in the crease of his elbow.

His smile faltered, pink lips parting, cheeks growing more rosy with each pass of your hand. “You mean Stevie?” You asked him, the picture of innocence, all wide eyed and quiet as you spoke.

His breath left him in a rush, spearmint gum and cherry cola. He nodded, jaw lax ‘cause of course he was thinking about you calling him that in bed, with his mouth between your thighs, his co—

“You know, you told me you hated it when I called you that,” Robin interrupted by slamming a pile of returned cassettes on the desk between you both.

Steve jumped, cursing, a glare sent his friends way as you pulled back, mortified at being caught distracting Steve from work. You smiled weakly at Robin, guilty, but she grinned at you, winking to let you know she was only here to grind the boy’s gears, not yours.

…

[grandlinedreams]

|| hey remember that thing I said abt boot riding and condescending, mean Coop :)

|| notes: unestablished timeline, could be seen as pre or post s1, reader can be whatever they want, waves hand something something idk man I've got it so bad for this guy also HEY. MDNI. BIG TIME. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

|| warnings: pretty much pwp, oral (m receiving), cum eating/swallowing, cursing, boot riding, Cooper is mean, hair pulling, afab reader i guess

Cooper isn't sure if it's the oppressive heat, the lack of decent drinking water or food that isn't roasted radroach to blame for your attitude, or if it's something else entirely ㅡ but you've found his last nerve over the last couple hours and are determined to rip it to shreds.

Part of him says he could save himself some long term trouble and put a bullet in your head, but he won't for two reasons. One, that's a waste of ammo. And two, he likes having you around.

You're a good companion, when you aren't in such a piss-poor mood. But it's that mood that's the current issue ㅡ and so, Cooper comes up with his own solution when you get just a little too mouthy for his liking.

"Come on now sweetheart," he grunts, voice low as he watches you, "you can take it, can't you?"

Your answer is garbled for the length currently occupying your mouth, tip of him pushed far enough that it threatens to gag you. Cooper doesn't think he's seen anything prettier than the tears in your eyes over his cock in your mouth.

He groans when you swallow around him, fists a hand tight into your hair to guide you ㅡ and the way you squirm also catches his attention. But one thing at a time, and he isn't about to give you whatever it is you think you deserve until after he's done.

He tells you so, eyes glinting as you whine around him, sound silenced by the rough jerk of his hips. "Come on, sweet thing," he coos, mocking as he cups your chin, thumbs at the bead of drool that slides from the corner of your mouth, "not gettin' shit if you can't behave."

This isn't the first time he's been in your mouth, nor will it be the last ㅡ but the pitiful look on your face only furthers his pleasure as he bucks, listens as you choke and gag around him.

His head tips back as you suck, fist tightening in your hair as you slide your tongue over the underside of him, the steady pulse as his breath hitches a little. "Fuck," he huffs, "see? Told you I'd find somethin' for you to do with that mouth of yours other than bitch."

You squirm again, thighs rubbing together to try and give yourself a little friction as his already rough rhythm turns choppier ㅡ and then he's spilling down your throat with a low groan that only adds to your own arousal.

Cooper pulls free of your mouth and watches as you swallow before he tucks himself away and snorts when you give him an expectant look. "What's that for, sugar? Never promised I was gonna help you out."

Your lips part like you want to protest, but he's right ㅡ he'd never said he was going to do anything afterwards. He smirks, makes a show of debating before he crouches in front of you, tips your chin up so he can meet your eyes.

"Poor thing, did suckin' me off get you that hot and bothered?" Your cheeks flush, and his amusement grows. "I guess I can help you out. But we're doing this my way, hm?" You blink, watching as he moves to settle a little ways away, then gestures. "Well? C'mere, babydoll."

Cooper watches you, tracking you as you settle over him in his lap. He reaches for you, pulls you flush to him before he cups your face with gloved hands. "You wanna get off so bad, you'll take whatever I give you, hm?"

Your cheeks burn, betraying you as you nod and listen to him click his tongue, sizing you up before he leans to kiss you. It'd almost be sweet were it not for the way he anchors you to keep you from withdrawing, muffling your soft noises before pulling away.

"Alright, sweetheart," he breathes, "I'll give you somethin'."

ㅡ

"Come on sweetheart, I thought you wanted this."

Your cheeks blaze, a mix of embarrassment and arousal as your hips rock, bitten off whine that makes Cooper snicker as he watches you rut against his boot. The dusty leather is far from what you'd been expecting, but Cooper had been adamant ㅡ either you got off on his boot or you didn't get off at all.

He at least pushes it against you, offers that modicum of reciprocation beyond the dark, hungry way he watches you grind against the only thing he's willing to offer.

The edge of it digs against the ache of your core, makes you groan and grind down harder.

"Look at you, honeybunch," Cooper drawls, determined to keep up a steady stream of commentary and make this all the worse for you, "that needy for me you're willing to hump my boot like a bitch in heat. Pathetic."

It should annoy you, but all the insult does is send heat curling in your veins to join the needy, sticky slick between your legs as you whimper and continue moving. Your thighs ache, your head spins with the way you're panting ㅡ but you're so close.

Cooper knows it to, doesn't miss a beat as he listens to you whimper, noises arching to something more pitched before you're shuddering, rocking your hips in rough, tiny little movements before you're panting, body trembling with the force of your orgasm.

"See, sugar? Wasn't so hard, was it?" His tone and words are a playful taunt, one that has you glaring at him.

"Fuck you."

Cooper grins, eyes dark. "That's the plan, babydoll."

[stevenose]

under you (18+)

day 29/31 of the august writing challenge

today’s word: capture

contains: steve x reader; reader with a vagina and breasts; reader wears a skirt/tights; no gendered language (such as good girl, etc) used; primal play!; enthusiastic consent; sex outdoors; safeword system (only green used); kink exploration; absolute gentleman steve; kink negotiation; a little bit of pain play; self degradation on reader’s part; squirting; cumming inside; aftercare <3

a/n: this is long and probably not good. i’ve never written something like this before so please forgive me if it’s bad. love and light xox

You didn’t think Steve noticed. But the thing about Steve is that he always notices things with you.

He first noticed how flustered you’d get when he’d play-wrestle with you. Pinning you beneath his body while you squirmed and whined. How disappointed you seemed when he’d give you a kiss and then roll off of you to hold you instead. How warm your body was against his, how you’d keep adjusting, pressing your ass against his dick when his arms would wrap around you.

Then he noticed how you sometimes like to be just out of reach. Giggling and stepping away at the right time, ducking out of his embrace or a kiss. How you made him work for it, running away, albeit lazily - how you’d moan when he finally caught you and kissed you fiercely, holding you tight so you didn’t run away again.

And now, he’s noticing how you’re squirming in your seat beside him on the couch. There’s a horror movie playing on his TV in front of you. He wanted a cute date night. To hold you when you get scared, arm around you, whispering reassurance in your ear.

“Don’t worry, baby. I could kick that guy’s ass.”

He really does think you’re scared at first. The way your breath hitches, how you fidget with your fingers. But your eyes are glued to the movie, and not once do you recoil or scoff while the killer chases his next victim. If anything, you seem incredibly interested, where before you’d been making jokes at the corniness and special effects. Steve wraps his arm around you as intended, but he doesn’t speak just yet, curious with your reaction.

You seem to not even notice that he’s staring. Simply watching the screen, your eyes wide, lips slightly parted. You watch like that all the way up to the villain pinning the screaming protagonist down and lifts his knife, and then you blink and look away, suddenly disinterested. Which is a little weird, Steve thinks. That’s usually the part that people can’t look away from.

So it happens again later in the movie - a chase scene, someone getting pinned. You have the same reaction this time, except you’re a little more active. Shifting in your seat, crossing your legs. The moment your thighs squeeze together it clicks for Steve, who is equally shocked and amused. His pretty little thing? Getting off to something like this?

“You like that, don’t you?” he whispers, leaning towards your ear, and it’s truly like you can’t hear him. Your eyes still glued to the movie while a little fight ensues between the characters. “Honey?”

“Yeah?” you ask, looking over at him finally. Your chest heaves and you lick your lips, looking a little dazed.

Steve smiles. “Do you like that?”

Your eyes widen. “Do I like what?”

One of his big hands rests on your thigh and he smiles a little wider when they clench again. “You like gettin’ chased and pinned down, huh?”

You laugh abruptly and take his hand off of your thigh, quick to uncross your legs. “You’re insane,” you scoff, and Steve can’t help but to press further.

“Then why are you so worked up, huh? You can’t hide that from me. I can see how turned on you are.”

“I’m just - I’m just freaked out.”

Steve hums. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay, smartass. What do you think, then?”

He raises his brows. “What I think,” he says lowly, leaning in towards you, “is that you want a big, strong man to chase you, pin you down, and fuck you.”

You balk at him, eyes frantically searching his face to see if he’s serious or not. If you’re really caught or not. “You’re way off base.”

“So you’re telling me you don’t like it when I have to chase you through the living room to get a kiss? Or when I pin you down like this?”

He lunges forward, pressing your back down against the couch and climbing on top of you. This time, you actually moan, even though he hasn’t done anything to you yet. “Fuck, Steve, stop-“ But just as quickly as he moves away, you grab him and bring him back, face and chest alight with embarrassment and arousal.

“So you do like this?” he asks, much more serious this time as he pins your hands above your head.

“I like it too much,” you breathe. “I know it’s fucked up.”

He’s repulsed by you saying that. Sure, he’s a pretty vanilla guy. But he likes servicing more than anything. If you told him you wanted him to chase you through the woods and fuck you when he captures you, he will. Easy.

So he does, a week later.

It’s around dusk and you’re standing at the edge of his property, facing the woods. You meticulously planned this out, safe word and all. You’re giddy, bouncing on your feet while Steve does stretches - he hasn’t played basketball in a hot minute.

“I think I might really outrun you,” you say excitedly.

“Not in those shoes,” he counters, eyes flicking towards your mary janes. “I know that’s the point, but couldn’t you have worn some sneakers?”

“I’m playing the part.” You’re still bouncing like you’ll take off any second, smiling. You’re wearing a white blouse and a skirt, too, with tights on underneath. Easy access, you’d explained, because your fuck in the woods will have to be relatively quick considering the exhibitionism of it all.

Steve stands, black Levis gripping onto his skin, a simple navy t-shirt on. He’s not wearing underwear and, yes, he already regrets it. He gives you a once over. You’re definitely pretty enough to chase, something he doesn’t want to let slip through his fingers.

“You ready?”

You take a deep breath and nod, turning back around to face the woods. Steve’s cock is already getting hard. This isn’t exactly his thing, but your excitement, paired with that skin tight skirt, certainly does something for him.

“I’m giving you a ten second head start,” he says smoothly. You already know this, but it’s part of the game. “I’ll count out loud so you can hear. And you’d better run, baby. Once I catch you, you’re mine.”

He pauses for dramatic effect. The tension in the air is thick, your body ready to move at any moment.

“One.”

He starts his chase after ten. He has to admit that he feels like a creep, stalking you in the woods, but he’s a little bit enthralled, too. You’re probably already dripping for him. There’s a reward at the end of this. Two, actually. He’ll get to cum, sure, but more importantly, you’ll get to.

You must not be running very fast because he’s already gaining on you, can see your white shirt through gaps in the trees. And now he feels elated. With you in sight, it’s a little fun. He picks up his pace, dodging broken branches and boulders. He waits to snag you until you’re at a good spot, with more leaves on the ground that rocks.

Steve tackles you, pinning your body beneath his, his chest against your back. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” he asks, grinding into your ass, and then, “You okay?”

You nod and he exhales, relieved. You pant under him, writhing, trying your absolute damndest to get out from under him. You moan, nothing but excited, and Steve’s hand glides up your leg and under your skirt. He squeezes your ass and chuckles, leaning down to press his lips against your ear. “Go on, baby, tire yourself out.”

“Fuck you,” you pant, playful. “You’re slower than I thought you’d be.”

You cry out when he spanks you. “Who’s on top of who, huh?”

He sits on your legs, keeping them spread wide and you pinned. His hands push your skirt up and he tears your tights at the seam, exposing your ass and pussy. You still squirm as his fingers trail along your skin until finally reaching your slit.

“Holy shit,” he gasps, involuntarily. You’re so wet down here. He’s positively never felt a wetter pussy in his life. And now he can really lean into it, his own arousal spiking, jeans tenting. “You really get off on this, huh? Needed this all along, didn’t you? Your big strong boyfriend to pin you down and take what’s his?”

“Steve,” you moan, hips arching back.

“Tell me, baby. How much you want me to fuck you like this.”

“Please!”

He spanks you again, cock kicking while he watches your ass jiggle. Even your thighs are soaked. “Please what?”

You push your ass back as best as you can again, arching further. “Please fuck me.”

He hums and uses his thumbs to part your slit, nearly busting at the sight of your wet, clenching hole. “Gotta stretch you out first,” he mumbles, thumbs moving inward. “Don’t want it to hurt, do we, honey?”

Steve sinks a thumb inside of you. You moan loudly, fingernails digging into the dirt below. He only lets the tip rest inside of you, not yet daring to go any further. He wants to see how desperate he can get you.

“God, please fuck me, Steve,” you moan, trying and failing to push back onto him. “I’m so wet for you, just - just rail me, please!”

Now he’s fishing his cock out of his pants because holy shit. He fists himself, precum dripping from his slit. He’s nearly as sensitive as you are, and watching you flutter around his thumb makes his stomach flip. “You really think you can take it? Without any prep? Your hole’s so tiny, honey, I’d break you in two.”

“Then do it,” you whimper. “It hurts without you.”

He finally gives in, letting his thumb sink all the way inside of you. You groan gutturally over what Steve would consider to be nothing. His thumb is no where near the size of his cock.

“Think I might break your brain when I finally fuck you,” he taunts, letting his thumb glide in and out of you.

“Do it,” you repeat, voice strained. “I - I mean it.”

“You’re serious? What color are you?”

“Green,” you plead. “So goddamn green, Steve, I trust you. I trust you so much, just need to feel you.”

He hesitates. “It might hurt, baby.”

“I want it to. Fuck, I w-wanna be your mindless little wh-whore so bad, want you to t-take me, please Stevie? I belong to you.”

Steve’s head spins. He knew you’d be turned on, but this is almost unreal. You’re soaking past his thumb and down onto his wrist. “Tell you what, okay? I’m gonna put two fingers inside of you and get you a little more stretched out, and then I’ll do whatever you want.”

You nod. “Please please please, I feel so empty.”

He replaces his thumb with his index finger first, then quickly adds his middle finger. You gasp and groan under him, writhing in pleasure. Steve’s writhing a little, too, cock aching without his hand on it. You’re going to feel so divine, he’s sure of it. He pumps his fingers in and out a few times, before pulling them out and replacing them with the tip of his cock.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, leaning forward. He lets up on your legs and pins you with his body instead, propped up on his elbow. His other hand works his cock up and down your folds, relishing in the wet warmth of your pussy. “This pussy’s so pretty, baby. You doing okay?”

You nod, though you’re so horny that it takes you a minute to find words. “I’d be better if you fu-“

He almost busts at the noise you make. A low, long whine, ripped from your throat as he fucks his cock into you slowly. He wishes he could see your face - eyes rolled back, mouth agape - while he’s stretching you out. He moves slow, stopping periodically to get you used to him and only continuing when your ass juts backwards to take more. You’re boneless when he’s finally fully inside of you, balls pressed against your aching clit.

“There we go,” he coos. “How’s it feel?”

It takes you another moment. “You’re so fucking big,” you whine, on the verge of tears. “So good.”

Steve tries to give you another minute, but you’re quick to start fucking back onto him instead. As best as you can, at least, given your hips are pressed to the ground. Steve wraps his arm around your neck, putting you in a headlock, before pulling out and slamming back into you.

“Shit!” you cry, one hand gripping onto his arm. “Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit….”

“Breathe, baby,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your ear. As he slides back out slowly, he mumbles, “Deep breath in for me….”

You do as you’re told, gasping in air.

“Now, out.”

You didn’t need direction - the impact knocks the breath out of your lungs itself. He buries himself, wiggling his hips push entirely into you, until he has no where else to go.

“In.”

You take in a sharp inhale. He pulls back, until the head of his cock stretches your opening.

“Out.”

He slams back in, balls slapping against your clit, a lewd squelch making his cock throb.

“There you go,” Steve urges, fucking you a little faster. “K-keep breathin’, peach.”

You’re crying, wailing, moaning. Stuttering out ‘green!’ when Steve asks if you’re okay. He’s so close already, but he wants to see your face when you cum. He pulls out and sits back, rubbing your back soothingly. “Wanna see you, baby, flip over.”

You’re slow to do it, positively cock drunk, and yet quick to wrap your legs around his waist when you finally get there.

“Hi,” he whispers, leaning forward to kiss you as his cock sinks back inside of you.

“Hi,” you answer when he finally pulls away. “Mmm…my shirt, Steve.”

“‘s it okay?”

You nod. “Rip it.”

So he does, a little earnestly. It takes him a few tries to really get the buttons to pop and expose your tits. He almost forgot you had them. Steve’s quick to put his hands on them, pinching and pulling at your nipples.

“Touch your clit, baby,” he instructs, voice shaking. He fucks you fast, each push in feeling like complete bliss. He’s never been happier to fuck raw. “Wanna see you cum on my cock.”

You tighten around him the moment your fingers touch the sensitive bud, head thrown back, eyes reeling. You feel so good that you can hardly even find the energy and strength to touch yourself. Every stroke sends your body jolting, your cunt gripping Steve so hard you’re nearly pushing him out.

“Can I cum?” you whine, tits bouncing, eyes wet. It’s so dirty. Steve’s cock pulses - he’s close, too.

“Cum,” he gasps. “C-cum and I’ll g-give you my fu-fucking load deep in this little p-pussy, baby, gonna make you so f-full….”

He kisses you to muffle your scream. Your body jerks under him, fingers digging into his arms and then back into the dirt and then into his back all in the span of a few seconds. You writhe, legs tight around him, your hand working fast to keep you cumming. You seem to be getting even wetter, Steve realizes. And then he realizes you’re squirting.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, high pitched and needy. “Fuck baby, oh fuck, honey, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum in this pussy. Shit, I love you, I love you, I l-“

Steve shouts when he cums, eyes rolling back and stomach flexing hard. He pushes in fully, until there’s hit a single inch separating you two, filling you with sticky, hot cum. You moan lowly at the feeling, still euphoric from your own orgasm. You only have half the mind to grab Steve’s shirt and pull him down into a messy kiss.

He collapses on top of you, panting and sweating with you. You both shake, aftershocks making your body jerk. It feels like hours before you can speak, throat raw.

“I’m in love with you.”

Steve laughs. “That good, huh?”

“I’m so goddamn in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you, too.”

You pet his hair, staring up at the trees. “I really don’t know if I can walk.”

“I’ll help you.”

At home, you sink into a bath together after an initial shower to scrub away any leftover dirt. You’re both sore, knees scraped. The hot water feels like a luxury, Steve’s skin soft against yours. Your eyes fall shut and you relax, though your orgasm has sent you into such a relaxed state of bliss already.

“You okay?” he asks, rubbing your legs. The bath water smells like lavender.

You nod. “We’re going to sleep so well tonight.”

“I’m going to be so sore in the morning.”

“Sure are, old man,” you tease. “Next we have to find some niche thing you really like.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” he says.

“If you did this for me, I’ll do just about anything for you.”

He smiles and sighs, his head resting against the wall behind him. “How about you take over my shifts at Family Video for a year?”

You pinch his shin. “I said just about anything.”

[princessbrunette]

toxicex!jj who sees a guy talking to at a party and then walks over talking about some; “ oh yeah dude her face is pretty i know. i remembering cumming on this thing for the first time “

- 🌟

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for like ten minutes of you talking to this guy you have to ignore jj’s eyes on you. you feel a little bad, because whilst you could tell he’s pissed, he also just looked sad.

his friends are trying to engage with him, trying to gain his attention and drag him into conversation but they may aswell be talking to a brick wall— all of his attention devoted to staring this guy down.

he downs his drink, deciding enough is enough and swaggers over — plastering on that same jj confidence that everyone knows and loves, clearly a masquerade for the deep insecurity and rage he was harbouring in that moment.

“hey, howdy there. uh, who’s your friend? introduce me.” jj grins, but it’s clearly malicious and you shrink a little— averting your eyes from the confused guy infront of you.

“hey… man. you know him?” the guy you were previously flirting with juts his thumb to jj, the blonde clenching his jaw at the gesture. you open your mouth to answer but the blonde speaks for you.

“oh yeah, yeah i know this beauty inside out. emphasis on uh… emphasis on the inside, dude.” jj stares him down, squinting his eyes a little at the gesture.

“right.” the guy responds awkwardly, clearing his throat.

“jj was just leaving.” you speak up, desperately trying to ease the tension and he smirks, throwing you a look.

“you kiddin’? i’m just gettin’ to know your new friend here, you were totally hittin’ on her right?”

“uh—”

“yeah, yeah nah i don’t blame you. don’t blame you at all man, real pretty face. yeah. remember cummin’ all over it like it was last week. wait a second, oh that’s crazy — it was last week!” his manic grin remains, but now he’s turned his attention on you, closing in on you to look down at you. you shove at his chest, huffing and the guy excuses himself — muttering something about how he didn’t wanna get in the middle of anything.

jj pays no mind to his exit, yanking his hat off his head to run a hand through his hair with a clenched jaw. “are you forgetting i bring my gun with me everywhere? you know i’d hate to shut this party down but that dude was practically beggin’ for it.” he scoffs.

“your gun? jj are you crazy?” you explode, yelling over the music with wide eyes searching his for a shred of humanity. when he smirks and peels his shirt up between pinched fingers, revealing his gun tucked in his waistband your breath hitches in your throat. you despise the way it gives you butterflies.

“always strapped, baby. always ready.” he stares you down and your brows furrow, shaking your head.

“whats your problem? we aren’t together anymore.” you stress.

“okay? i’m looking out for you. you’re welcome. dude was looking at you like you were a piece of meat i just couldn’t allow that!” he argues and your eyes widen in disbelief.

“oh, because telling him about how you came on my face was just such a classy move, jj. you’re a real gentleman.” you’re practically pouting, crossing your arms over your chest.

“not my finest moment, i’ll admit.” he holds his hands up before stepping into your space. he presses his body to yours and you can feel the shape of his gun pressing against you at his waistband. you shiver. “lemme make it up to you mama. i’ll drive you home, alright? i swear i’ll keep my hands to myself.”

jj was many things, but truthful wasn’t one of them.

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[cordeliawhohung]

Idk if you’ve done this but imagine mafia! Simon finding out you’re ticklish. This man will come up behind you at random times of the day and tickle you. At night, tickle fights accidentally become part of your routine. His stealth training coming in clutch

Then imagine after so long of trying to find Simon’s ticklish spot after many failed attempts, you finally find it (I’ll let you pick the spot). I would be so proud of myself lol

I’m a sensitive person, both physically and emotionally, so the second a tickle fight starts, arms and legs are SWINGING in order to defend myself lol

-🌙

you're laying in bed when you find it. that spot that makes your boyfriend tense; that makes his breath hitch in his throat as his hand wraps around your wrist to push you away. it's not long that he holds onto you like that before he releases you as if it had never happened in the first place. curious, you sit up in bed and look down at him with a slight grin. Simon stares up at you with a stoic face, one that he's trying all too hard to force.

"what was that?" you ask in an attempt to lead him to the answer you know is coming.

"you're gettin' handsy," he says gruffly.

his eyes are careful and curious as he stares up at you as if he's trying to pick your brain apart, but not even his meticulous staring dissuades you from reaching for him again. gentle fingertips brush against the rigid bones underneath the flesh of his chest, and even through his shirt you can feel every bump of every rib as you dip lower and then lower.

once more his hand ensnares yours and pushes it away just as you reached his last rib. his muscles tense painfully, and he looks up at you as if to question you why you were stupid enough to try it again.

"you're ticklish," you conclude with a shit-eating grin.

"i'm not," he defends.

"yeah right."

in an attempt to prove him wrong, your free hand reaches for that same spot, that tender area where hardened bone turns to useless flesh, but you don't reach anywhere close before Simon's ensnared that hand, too. this is the part where he's supposed to let you win, to let you tickle him to make up for all the late night sneak attacks in the kitchen, but you very soon realize he has no intention of letting you get even. in a whirlwind of movement, you find yourself laying on your back with spinning vision. on either side of your head lies your hands, pinned underneath Simon's weight where he stares down at you with a raised eyebrow.

"wanna try that again?" he prompts.

"that's not fair!" you whine.

"life's not fair, sweetheart." a slight smirk appears on his lips at your pouting and pointless struggle against his grip. "now... you gonna behave?"

...

i feel like simon isn't exactly ticklish in the traditional sense, but there are certain spots that he just tenses up so much when you touch them he just loses it lmao. also yes, i made the spot his ribs on purpose (:

[toxophilitis]

Horny Peeping Sister cont

Chapter 4

In the next few afternoons, Becky and Tom spent plenty of time in bed together. They experimented, learning different ways to please themselves and each other. Sometimes they fucked hard, and sometimes they fucked tenderly. But always they fucked with one ear open, ever alert for their mother.

As they grew more comfortable with their new-found sexuality, Becky relaxed enough to confide in her brother her excitement when it came to watching other people fuck. Tom was thrilled—and relieved—that Becky did not hold his voyeuristic tendencies against him. So, each pleased that the other was also erotic-minded, they decided to go out together one night and see what sexy scenes they could discover in their neighborhood.

They devised a plan where Tom would tell their mother that he had to go over to a friend’s house one evening to work on a school project. That same evening, Becky agreed to leave her piano lessons a bit early, telling her teacher she had to get home to help her mother. The plan went off without a hitch and the two met just as it was getting dark in an alley not far from their house.

“We’ll try the house on Guava first,” Tom suggested, leading his sister down the back passageway. “They like to have a quick evening fuck once in a while.”

“You mean you’ve watched them before?” Becky asked, trying to walk quietly.

“Sure! Did you think that I just started, like you?”

“Well, no,” Becky replied. “But I didn’t know you knew so much about what other people do.”

“I don’t really know much at all,” Tom laughed. “I just know who likes to fuck and when—and who doesn’t close their curtains. Now come on!”

They hurried down one block, and up the next. Ahead of her, Becky could see one brightly lit window and she felt her stomach tighten when she realized it was their goal. Tom’s hunch had been right. There were people in that room!

“What’d I tell ya?” Tom giggled. “Those horny sons of bitches can’t keep their hands off each other!”

Brother and sister moved around the trashcans across the alley from the back bedroom window, covering themselves as best they could. Then they crouched down and Becky’s eyes went wide when she got her first good look at two people actually fucking.

“I can’t believe it,” she sighed. “Look at them go! How can she take it?”

“I don’t know,” Tom mumbled. “But I know I can’t. Feel this!”

He took her hand and guided it to the front of his pants. Without taking her eyes off the hot sight in front of her, Becky felt his hard-on pounding against the fly of his jeans. She gave it an absent little squeeze and then let it go. Watching other people fucking was such a tremendous new experience, it took all of her concentration.

Inside the sparsely furnished bedroom, an older man and a very young girl were both naked on the bed. The girl, her face turned slightly away from Becky and Tom, was on her hands and knees and the man was taking her from behind with long, powerful strokes. The short dark curls on the girl’s head bounced when he rammed his cock into her, but she seemed to enjoy it. She held her body taut and absorbed his fucking power by slamming her ass back at him each time he filled her with his cock-meat.

As if from a distance, Becky heard her brother slide his zipper down.

Then she sensed as much as heard him start to stroke his rigid prick.

Becky was getting plenty hot herself. The idea of spying on other people while they fucked had excited her but not nearly as much as actually doing it did. She could feel her cunt getting all soft and squishy and she shifted around, rubbing herself against the crotch seam of her jeans.

“Turns you on, huh?” Tom whispered, his hands moving on his cock while he grinned at his obviously excited sister.

“Yeah,” Becky croaked. “Even more than I thought it would.”

Tom laughed, a low and dirty sound. “You gettin’ wet?” he asked.

Becky didn’t have to answer because her brother reached over and cupped the crotch of her jeans. Becky knew her cunt was very juicy and from the way her brother sighed she knew too that her cunt-cream had soaked the crotch of her pants.

“Runnin’ like a river,” Tom sighed, massaging her wet crotch and feeling it become even wetter.

In her crouched position, Becky opened up her thighs and balanced herself on just her tiptoes. With one hand she held onto a nearby trashcan to keep from falling. She pushed her cunt back against her brother’s groping hand and began to pant, his fingers thrilling her even through the covering of denim.

“Wait a minute,” she finally sighed, pulling away from Tom.

His hand again free, Tom went back to jacking on his cock while Becky quickly popped the snap of her jeans and stood up just long enough to pull them and her panties down around her ankles. Then she crouched back down beside him, her naked cunt giving off an odor in the night air.

“Yeahhh,” Tom sighed, guiding her one hand to his prick and then going back to work on her pussy, “this is gonna work out just fine.”

Becky whimpered her agreement as her fingers closed around the swollen shaft of his prick and his hand pressed against her steaming cunt. She felt a gob of her pussy-juice ooze out and smear his palm.

Tom’s cock was cool against her fingers, but after just a few quick strokes, it grew hotter and straighter than ever. She glanced down at it briefly and noticed the sexy way that it stuck out from the open crotch of his pants. Then her eyes flicked back to the horny couple in the bedroom.

The young girl, Becky was sure that she was even younger than she was herself, was down on her elbows with the man still giving it to her from behind. Her back was arched sharply and her naked ass quivered each time she took all of his prick-meat. Sometimes her face was pressed down against her arms and sometimes she tossed it back, rolling it around on her shoulders when she particularly liked the way the older man fucked her.

The man wore an expression of dominance and ecstasy. He gripped the girl around the waist, his fingers nearly reaching all the way around her. As he fucked into her with all his strength, he also pulled her toward him, making sure she got all the cock-meat there was to be had.  From time to time he held her ass pressed against the base of his prick and rolled his hips from side to side, wiggling his prick around in the depths of the girl’s speared cunt-channel.

“Incredible,” Becky sighed, her fingers automatically running up and down the length of her brother’s cock. “In-fuckin’-credible.”

Tom gave another dirty laugh and then jabbed his sister’s cunt with two fingers. Her pussy gripped his fingers very tightly. When he pulled them out, they were slick with her juices, and he smeared those juices across the exposed point of her thrusting clit.

Becky gasped and gave his prick a squeeze of appreciation. She was still very turned on by watching other people fucking, but as she got more used to the idea, found it easier to do two things at once, namely watching them and jerking her brother off.

She rubbed the pearl of pre-cum that she knew without even looking was at the tip of his cock around his straining prick-tip and listened with satisfaction as he sighed in pleasure. Then she gripped his cock tightly and worked the loose outer skin back and up over the solid inner core, feeling her crouching brother wriggling with mounting fuck-lust.

“That feels great,” he panted. “Do you like what I’m doing to your pussy?”

“Y-yess,” Becky sighed, thrusting her pelvis out and opening her cunt up. “Fuck me!”

Becky spoke through gritted teeth, and Tom did as she asked. He pushed his fucking fingers deep inside of her and then opened them up like a pair of scissors, forcing them against the walls of her pussy.

“Oooh,” she gasped, feeling as if he was stretching the shape of her cunt-hole.

In retaliation she took her hand away from his cock long enough to coat it with a pearly layer of spit. Then, her eyes still on the fucking couple, she smeared the tip of his prick with her wetness and proceeded to smooth the lubricant all down the sides of his prick.

“Ahhh,” Tom moaned, “yeahhh.”

Becky’s hand moved faster and smoother than ever now with the layer of spit between it and the loose skin of Tom’s hard-on. She relaxed her wrist and beat his meat just as he had taught her during their few but furious days of fucking.

As she massaged his cock, she made sure that her fingertips stayed against the sensitive vein that ran the length of his prick-shaft.  Becky didn’t understand why but her brother was extra-sensitive on that spot and so she massaged it, wanting to please him as much as possible.

Above her own panting she could hear her brother’s loud breathing. They were turning each other on with their hands and fingers, making their young fuck-parts hum with arousal. Becky had never dreamed that anything could feel so good as fingering her brother while he fingered her and they both spied on another couple fucking.

Inside the house the young girl that now making push-up motions with her arms. Sometimes her upper body was flat against the rumpled bed, her small tits squished beneath her. Other times she held herself up, her back straight, her tits pointing downward, two pink cones of flesh.  But whatever she did seemed to excite the man more, and he fucked her with quicker strokes than ever, jarring her with his fucking prick.

Becky found herself moving with the same rhythm as the girl who was getting fucked. As the girl took the man’s cock, Becky rocked forward and back, helping her brother fuck her with his pointed fingers. The night air was cool against the soft skin of Becky’s bare legs, but up toward her crotch she was as hot as a pistol.

With one hand tight around her brother’s prick and the other bracing her up against the trashcan, Becky could move only a little. But even that small bit of motion was enough in this sexy setting. She watched the man move his hands from the girl’s waist to the soft cheeks of her ass. His fingers dug into her pliant flesh and the girl opened her mouth, obviously crying out in pleasure and pain. She wiggled her ass in the man’s grip and Becky felt her own pussy lurch. It was the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed, even better than the sexy photos that she and Vicky had shared.

Although he was an experienced voyeur and had watched this particular couple fucking before, tonight seemed special to Tom, too. His dark head bobbed as he jammed his fingers into his sister’s pussy and moved with her hand, helping it jack him off. Her cunt-juice felt oily as it filled his hand and ran down to his wrist. How he wished he could fuck Becky right now just like the man in the house was fucking the young girl. Who was she? Tom wondered. Was she his daughter, or maybe his daughter’s friend, or maybe a babysitter? Tom’s horny mind went wild with the possibilities, and he fucked Becky’s cunt with his hand all that much better.

Becky rocked from side to side, making Tom’s fingers move more inside of her. Sometimes he gouged at the soft inner tissues of her pussy with his fingernails and it hurt her a little bit. But her soothing juices and his usually satisfying finger-fucking were quick to ease her pain and she thrust out to meet him, her cunt sucking around his jamming digits.

“Think she’s his kid?” Tom panted, his mouth very near to his sister’s ear. The question caught Becky off guard, and she only moaned in response.

“She can’t be his wife, do you think? She doesn’t look that old, and I can’t see any ring,” Tom continued, his hips thrusting up through the circle of Becky’s fingers as he spoke.

Becky moaned.

“Do you know her?” he asked, quickly looking over at Becky’s flushed face.

Becky absently shook her head.

Tom grinned when he saw how hot she was. Her whole face was distorted with passion and her tongue hung out the corner of her mouth. It was no wonder she couldn’t answer him, the boy realized.

“You’re almost there, huh?” he asked, his laughing eyes now trained on Becky.

“Uh-huh,” she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as he rubbed his greasy fingers across her clit.

“Then let’s go!”

Becky almost lost her delicate balance as her brother tore into her cunt with a new kind of frenzy. His fingers, now three of them, filled the mouth of her cunt completely and he let them fly in and out of the fluttering opening. Then, to further her pleasant torture, he began to revolve his thumb over her clit while he fucked her with his other fingers.

“Oh Tom!” she gasped as her fingers, too, increased their speed up and down the shaft of his prick.

For many minutes the two teenagers pounded each other like never before. Becky bit her bottom lip with the power of her efforts and Tom panted like a stallion, his balls rolling around until they slipped from the confines of his jeans and dangled in the night air. As Becky pumped his prick, his balls began to dance, jerked and jarred by her violent fucking motions.

Their eyes grew wider and wider as it became apparent that the man in the house was about to come. His fucking strokes became frantic and then he jammed his cock into the girl completely and bent forward, over her back, gripping her hanging tits and hugging her to him. Becky and Tom could see the way his ass twitched and they each imagined the thick stream of jism that he was depositing far up inside the young girl.

Tom’s prick vibrated in his sister’s hand as he watched the little brunette grind her parted ass-cheeks against the base of the man’s creaming cock. Her cheek was against the bed and her back sloped upward to meet the man’s hairy belly. Her ass twitched back and forth just a little bit, wringing the last of his come from his beefy balls.

Becky slammed her hand from the base of his prick-head to the root of his cock, holding his shaft tightly in her sweaty hand. Tom jerked his hips too, and together they brought him off just as the man in the house began to stir, picking himself up off the back of the kneeling girl.

“Yeah, Beckkky!” he gasped, keeping his voice low. “Uhhh!”

Becky’s hand jacked furiously on his spewing prick and his cream flew off in every direction. Becky took a few drops of it against her jacking hand and a few more on her bare legs and the side of one cheek.  She stuck her tongue out and tried to lick away the bits of his cream that dotted her face.

As he came, Tom let his fingers slack off in their fucking of her. But his come was a quick one and before the man had even pulled his cream-soaked cock from the cunt of the young girl, Tom’s moment had passed and he again focused his efforts on bringing off his sister.

Becky had been so close for so long that it didn’t take much for Tom to fuck her climax right out of her. Of course, he had some help as Becky watched the large older man coax the girl down onto her back and then fall between her splayed thighs to lick up his own cream.

“Oh fuck!” Becky gasped, the combination too much for her. “Here I come!”

“Do it baby, yeah!”

As much as he wanted to see the old man eating the young girl, Tom wanted to watch his sister come even more. Now, in the subdued light, he saw her face contort and her eyes roll as he felt her pussy dance around his embedded fingers. He kept his hand moving and it slid around in her juicy, climaxing cunt, instantly making the boy’s cock hard as a rock again.

Becky sighed and moaned, her knees waving apart and together around her brother’s pumping hand. The knuckles of the hand that gripped the trashcan went white with the effort as Becky swooned with pleasure and satisfaction. Her cunt pulsed with her climax, one moment feeling very taut and the next very loose and open. Tom kept fucking her until the last shudder passed through her body. Then he gavce her a moment to recouperate before he patted her moist, naked ass and shocked her back to reality.

“Come on,” he said, struggling to get his new hard-on into his pants.

“We better get home before Mom has a cow.”

He took Becky’s hand and helped her unsteadily to her feet. Like a zombie she pulled up her pants and ran her fingers through her hair.  Then, with Tom waiting to follow in a few minutes, she took one last look at the hot pussy-eating that was going on in the house and hurried off toward her home.

[blairespandora]

Beggin' - Daryl Dixon SMUT

I uploaded this on Wattpad as well if you guys want to go and read it over there as well <33

Warnings: Established Relationship, Mild degradation, Sex, Mild Dom/Sub undertones.

Set in Alexandria, Pre-Negan. 2.8k of pure smut <3

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After talking and reminiscing after a long day, Daryl and Y/N decided it was time for bed. Daryl turned off the lights, and they settled into bed together. “Good night, princess. I love you.”

“What do you mean Daryl…” I smirk and shuffle to get on top of him “don’t tell me you are tired already... we haven’t finished for the night just yet.”

A cheeky grin tugged at the corners of Daryl's lips as he felt Y/N's body on top of him. He knew exactly what she had in mind. “Oh, princess, who said I was tired? I was just givin' you a moment to catch your breath. Guess there's still some fight left in me... and plenty of stamina.”

“Okay old man, whatever you say!” I smile and tease him whilst wrapping my arms around the hem of my top to take it off, making a show out of it, letting him have a good look at the view in front of him.

As he watched her undress, Daryl's eyes glinted with desire and a smirk spread across his face. “Old man, huh?... I'll show you just how energized this "old man" can be. Ain't no one wearin' me out tonight.”

I hum softly and go to take my trousers off as well as my underwear, all in one go. “I’ll be the one deciding that tonight big boy.” Saying softly as I settle back down in his lap.

As her trousers slid off her hips, revealing her curves, Daryl's eyes widened slightly, his breath hitching in his throat. Seems like someone's feeling bold tonight. “You wanna be in control, princess?” Daryl lifts his eyebrow, a slight challenge in his eyes. “Well, I ain't one to back down from a challenge. I'll let you lead... for a while, at least.”

I let out a surprised noise as he agreed to step down and let me be in charge. “Been trying to convince you for such a long time, finally letting on?” I smirk and take off his shirt, folding it in a line and tying his hands to the bed post with the material. “Sure you can handle it Dar’?”

As he felt the shirt wrapping around his wrists, Daryl couldn't help but chuckle softly, a mixture of surprise, excitement, and amusement in his eyes. “Guess there's a first time for everything, huh? But if you think you're gonna keep me here all night, princess, you're sorely mistaken.” He smiled up at her, his eyes filled with desire and a hint of mischief.

“You better make it worthwhile.”

Hearing his words only edged you on to continue with your actions, there was an electric rush running through your body at the thoughts of finally taking charge and having Daryl Dixon at your own mercy for the very first time. “Keep talking like that and I will have to gag you up, Dixon.”

His lips parted in surprise at your words, then curled into a mischievous smile. Daryl's voice dropped to a husky whisper, a playful glint in his eyes. “Oooh, princess, you're gettin' pretty assertive tonight, huh?... Well, you better be prepared for the consequences if you gag my mouth off,girl. Because there's plenty of other ways I can make some noise.” Glaring at you playfully.

I nodded and decided to go through with the action. “Told you Daryl but you didn’t listen now did you…” Shaking your head softly, you got up from his lap and went to grab one of the bandanas laid by your bedside table, folding it gently. “I am a woman of my word, darling.” I grin and get back on his lap, tying the material securely around his pretty little mouth and start kissing down his body.

As I placed the cloth around his mouth, Daryl let out a muffled laugh. He watched me with eager eyes, his anticipation growing with each passing moment. When she removed his trousers, his arousal was evident, and his eyes darkened with desire. Despite his restrained state, his body reacted to her touch, and a low moan escaped his throat. He tried to speak back, but all that came out were muffled noises.

As her lips grazed his face and my kisses travelled down his chest, Daryl groaned softly behind the cloth. His body arched toward me, the restraint of his bindings adding an exhilarating edge to the sensations she was evoking in him. He ached to touch her, to run his hands over her skin and return the intimate caresses, but the restrictions only heightened his desire.

“Tap the bed post twice at any point if you don’t like something that I am doing alright baby?” I make sure that he knows he can get out at any point as I continue caressing his body and lowering down so my mouth can continue worshipping down his navel, getting closer and closer to his manhood. I enjoyed taking my time with all of the actions, taking him apart slowly, making sure to keep him on the edge constantly.

Daryl nodded, appreciating her care and consideration for his comfort. He tapped twice on the bedpost as a signal to indicate he understood her instructions and was willingly submitting to her lead. A mixture of anticipation and desire filled him, tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

“Good boy, Daryl…” I sigh with content, looking at him with hungry but loving eyes.

His heart skipped a beat at her words. He'd never been one to readily submit to anyone's commands, but there was something about the way she said it that sent a shiver down his spine. Being under her control was both thrilling and slightly uncomfortable. Despite the cloth gagging his mouth, Daryl managed to let out a muffled grunt in acknowledgment, silently telling her that he was enjoying the unexpected role reversal.

Continuing to ascend, my mouth finally reaching his cock and taking the head straight into my mouth, slowly kissing it before beginning to fully suck down it. Daryl's head arched back, his body responding to her teasing touches. The cloth gag prevented him from fully expressing his pleasure, but he made sure to let out muffled moans and groans to convey his appreciation for her attention. The mixture of teasing and affection only heightened his need, leaving him wanting more. He tugged at his restraints, yearning to touch her in return.

You could hear him try to speak out but hearing his muffled cries of pleasure were taking a bigger toll on your body than you were expecting, leaving you drenched down bellow forcing you to grind your core down on his calve as you continued sucking him dry. “Love seeing you all weak, responding so well to me baby... you look so good tied up and all ready for me…”

His body shuddered slightly at her words, the praise adding fuel to the fire burning within him. Although he was unable to speak, Daryl's eyes conveyed a mixture of desire, surrender, and adoration. His chest rose and fell with each breath, a testament to the effect she was having on him. The realization that he was completely at her mercy both thrilled and unnerved him, but he trusted her implicitly.

“You look like a deer… all helpless and all mine” I smirk seductively and drag my teeth down Daryl’s thighs, kissing as I go along before continuing to tease his cock. Daryl let out a stifled gasp as her teeth grazed his thigh, the mixture of pleasure and pain sending a surge of desire through his body. He couldn't deny the truth in her words. He felt vulnerable yet incredibly turned on under her control. The helplessness of his restrained state only heightened his sensitivity to her touch, making him crave more of her domination.

I keep edging him on, not letting him reach his high just yet, it would have been too early, the fun couldn’t be over just yet. “Look at you sweetheart... all desperate to be touched. Whining and moaning for me to make you cum, how cute.”

His eyes widened slightly, a mixture of pleasure and frustration evident in his gaze. Daryl could feel the mounting tension building within him, the pleasure approaching that peak but never quite reaching it. He wanted nothing more than to reach his peak, but her control over him prevented him from doing so. The sensation was maddening, leaving him both aroused and frustrated in equal measure.

After a while I climb back onto his lap and start grinding my pussy against his aching harness, making the both of us moan loudly. “I have to take care of myself now baby-“ I say with a mock pout on my face. “and maybe after, I can try to get you to cum if you are going to be a good boy and watch me fuck myself with my fingers”.

Daryl's eyes widened further, his breathing growing ragged behind the gag. The thought of watching her pleasure herself whilst he was helpless and denied release drove him wild. He made muffled sounds of agreement, a mixture of desperation and eagerness in his eyes nodding his head like a mad man, touch starved.

She moves so she is still sitting on his lap but now moving her pussy closer so Daryl can see it, caressing it with her fingers before starting to massage her clit properly and after a while slowly inserting her digits one by one, holding Daryls chin with the other hand, forcing him to watch the show she was putting on for him. “Such a shame it can’t be your fingers inside of me Daryl… making me feel so good” I moan softly as my fingers reach for my g-spot, abusing the soft tissue.

Daryl's eyes locked onto her every move, his chest heaving with desire and frustration. He couldn't believe the sight before him, witnessing her pleasure herself inches away from his own unsatisfied need. The muffled moans escaping from behind the gag were a perfect reflection of his internal conflict, his restraint being both a challenge and a maddening frustration.

Only after a few more maddening seconds, she reaches her high, coming hard on top of Daryl, legs shaking ridiculously from the intense orgasms shes just had.

Daryl's heart raced at the sound of her moan, his whole body tensing at the realization that she'd reached her climax while he'd been denied his own. It was both an intensely hot moment and an agonizingly unfair one. Crawling at his restraints so much he managed to shake her out of the little after-climax cloud and getting her to focus back on him. He kept moaning and muffling out begs of release.

“Are you needy baby…?” I smirk as I go down to peck his clothed mouth.

His eyes met hers, a mix of need and pleading in them. He nodded vigorously, a muffled groan escaping his gagged mouth. The denied orgasm had left him feeling desperate and restless, the fire within him burning fiercely.

“Want me to help you out…?” I continue to tease him, the high of being in control of one of the most dangerous men you have ever known getting to you.

He enthusiastically nodded again reminding you of a dog ready to listen to his owners every order, unable to hide the desperation in his eyes. He wanted nothing more than her touch, her release. His breathing grew more rapid, the anticipation building in him with each passing moment.

“Are you going to be a good boy?” I ask him seriously whilst rubbing his cock behind me, tending to his hard on, making sure it stays there.

He let out a muffled groan, his eyes full of pleading. He nodded eagerly, his commitment to being her good boy unwavering. He needed her, craved her touch, and was willing to do anything she asked of him.

I take the cloth off from his mouth and smile down at him. “You earned it baby… you can speak now, I want to hear you.”

With the cloth removed, his voice was hoarse but full of pent-up desire. "Please... please... I need you... I'll be a good boy, anything you want... just, please..." His eyes locked onto her, pleading and vulnerable, his entire being completely surrendered to her control.

I pause a little bit at how surprised I am hearing him beg so earnestly “Anything for you baby…”

He caught the flicker of surprise in her eyes and held her gaze, his own eyes filled with both devotion and need, completely unashamed at his vulnerability. "Anything," he repeated hoarsely, his voice trembling with earnestness and longing.

Finally deciding to put him out of his misery, I raise my body up from his lap a little bit, just enough to grab his cock and guide it to my wet heat before dropping down in one smooth movement, taking his long and hard cock and sheathing it inside of me whilst I release the longest moan of tonight.

I can feel Daryl falling apart below you as well, feeling his legs shuffling on the bed as his hips thrust up weakly, in order to not anger your control as he rocks back and forth.

With my hands supporting me on his chest, I lean back down, close enough so our noses touch and our breaths mix together. “Tell me how you feel” I demanded.

Daryl's breaths came in ragged gasps, his gaze locked onto hers as he struggled to articulate his feelings. "Feels so.. so good," he groaned, his voice low and husky with desire. "Needed you so bad.. couldn't hold... couldn't hold back... felt so good when you said... good boy.."

“That’s right baby” I smirk and move our bodies in unison moaning “…making me feel so good with your cock deep inside of me”.

Every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, and he felt himself willingly slipping deeper into submission and surrender. He'd never thought he would find such satisfaction in relinquishing control, yet here he was surrendering completely to her touch and voice. "Wanna make you feel good... wanna be your good boy..." he gasped, surrendering completely to her command.

I moan at his words, liking the fact that he became so drunk in submission that he was just babbling away “keep talking baby, and I’ll keep moving”.

His words spilled out in a jumbled rush, breathless and desperate. "Feels so good... so good... love making you feel good... never thought I'd find this... but I'm yours now. Yours to command, yours to control... whatever you want, whatever you need..." His body arched slightly under her touch as he continued to speak, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Wanna be your good boy... wanna make you happy... wanna worship you... make you feel so good..." he babbled, his words fuelled by raw desire and surrender.

His words took on a more desperate tone, his need for her increasing with each one of your movement. "Want to worship you, princess. Make every touch and sensation yours. I'm yours, completely. Command me... use me... whatever you desire..." he moaned, his voice thick with longing and surrender.

I couldn’t resist anymore and with one last thrust of his, I came undone, “Daryl… I love you”  my body starting to convulse a bit but before I became completely jelly I go to undo his arm restraints.

Daryl's arms immediately wrapped around her, pulling her close. His embrace was desperate and possessive, a mixture of relief and primal need. He held her trembling body tightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps next to her ear. He saw red, thrusting with as much power as his body allowed him as you remained cuddled up in his strong arms taking all that he was willing to give you.

It only took a few more moments for him to release inside of you before he crashed down next to you. His chest heaving with the force of his orgasm. He lay there for a moment, gasping for breath and trying to catch up to the whirlwind of sensations that had just consumed him. Daryl’s mind was still swimming with bliss and contentment, his body feeling wrung out in the best way possible.

“Wow…” I say with an airy sigh still.

Daryl let out a breathless chuckle. "Yeah... wow."

There was a brief pause as they both lay there, the reality of what had just happened starting to sink in. Daryl reached out to pull her closer to him, his arms wrapping around her in a protective but tender embrace.

“Thank you for letting me take charge baby… it was amazing” I giggle and stuff my head into his side.

He chuckled quietly, his hand gently caressing her hair. "Never thought I'd enjoy giving up control that much, but it was incredible. You're amazing, and I'll let you take charge anytime you want, princess." He gave her a soft kiss on the top of her head, the admiration and affection evident in his voice.

“I love you, smelly” I grin up at him and kiss him deeply.

“Love ya’ too, princess” He smiles and kisses back, tucking us both under the covers.

Cleaning up can wait till morning, I guess…

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[film-in-my-soul]

Hey!! For the a ship, a trope, a sentence ask game: How about Icemav - accidental secret realtionship with "you guys walked in on us in the locker room, more than once, how did you not know?"

Maverick is nervous. He knows, realistically, that he shouldn't be. DADT had been repealed, Slider did a whole coming out thing for his niece the year before, hell, Maverick's seen Wolf with his hands down Holly's pants. But still, this is different. This clarifies that what he's got with Ice is here to stay, not a relative (well-loved as she is) or a hook-up when it's easy.

A hand slots into Maverick's, a body saddling up next to his in the bar booth. The hand is large, familiar, and heavier with the weight of the ring he'd slipped down Ice's fourth finger without complaint. It slides away just as quickly, old habits worn into the other man, but Maverick doesn't complain, not when Ice puts that same hand on Maverick's thigh.

"Could feel your leg shaking all the way from the door."

Maverick scoffs. "Sure you could."

Ice knocks their shoulders together and doesn't leave space between them when he settles again. It makes Maverick smile, opening his mouth to tease again when Slider's loud and unmistakable voice draws his attention.

"Alright, break it up, love birds," he slides into the space across from them, Hollywood hot on his heels.

"Where's Wolf?"

Slider rolls his eyes, and Hollywood winces.

"Might have accidentally told him the wrong day. He and Cindy took the kids to dinner."

Maverick kicks the other man under the table and doesn't look sorry when Hollywood yelps. All his previous nerves slip, and he pushes menus towards the new arrivals, waiting until their food's put in and they have drinks to try and broach why he and Ice have gathered them.

When he can't manage, picking at the corner of his bottle, Slider sighs.

"Alright, you two gonna tell us what this is all about? Cause if I gotta learn Maverick knocked up some Admiral's daughter, I'm making you pay my part of the bill."

And somehow, Slider's ability to shit talk right through a thick atmosphere has Maverick's tongue loosening.

"Ice and I are gettin' hitched." He doesn't even need to drag Ice's hand out with the simple silver engagement band, the man at his side doing it himself with a raised brow like he's daring either of the other men to say something about it.

They don't, though arguably it's worse than if they had. Hollywood spits out the beer he'd been sipping, and Slider's jaw drops damn near to the table.

"You-"

"I'm sorry, what-"

"When the hell did all this happen?" Slider settles on, waving a hand between Maverick and Ice. It makes Maverick's brows furrow, but Ice drops his arm over his shoulder, too, so what minor irritation had been forcing that expression smooths out, leaving only blatant confusion.

"What the hell do you mean?" There's a bit to Maverick's tone.

"Hey," Holly says, finally done choking, "it's not that we're not happy for you guys, hell yeah, marriage and all that, but... just... isn't it a bit fast?"

It's Maverick's turn for his mouth to slacken. He'd say they're fucking with them, but honestly, Hollywood's a shit liar, and Slider would have made some crack about them being married already.

"Are you both saying you didn't know?" Ice asks, drawing Maverick's eyes to him. He's unsurprised to see an equal amount of surprise pinching Ice's lips into a downturned line.

"I mean... we haven't seen you both in a while." Slider hedges, shrugging, and Maveirk's had just about enough. He throws up his hands.

"We've been together since '92!" comes his exclamation, "You guys walked in on us in the locker room more than once. How did you not know?"

Slider is the one who chokes this time, and Hollywood, flush high on his cheeks, probably remembering something he ought to have forgotten grimaces.

"Whoops?"

Maverick feels even less bad slamming the toe of his boots into the other man's calf a second time.

What a bunch of idiots.

[aquagirl1978]

Reunion

A/N: My third entry for An Invitation to Crown hosted by @judejazza - this is Part Two to my earlier fic, Cigarettes After Sex. Pairing: Jude Jazza x f!Reader Prompt: body worship Word Count: 1748 Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; reader is female; reader is called 'princess'; oral sex (suitor receiving); come swallowing; piv; explicit language used.

“I’ll do it.”

Everyone turned and looked at you - well, everyone that is but Jude. And Ellis. They weren’t there in the castle when Victor called everyone for this meeting.

“Are you sure about that?” Victor asked, his eyes searching yours for even a hint of hesitation.

“I’m sure,” you replied. You needed something – anything – to get your mind off of Jude and this mission presented the perfect opportunity to do so.

“Well, that’s settled then,” Victor announced with a wide smile and a clap of his hands. “Will, Liam and Alfons will go with you to –”

“She’s not goin’ anywhere. Too dangerous.”

The sound of silence rang loudly through the room as all eyes focused on Jude standing in the doorway. You looked at Jude, whose eyes were focused elsewhere, wondering why he was there. Not daring to hope he was there because maybe, just maybe, he still cared for you.

“She asked to go,” Will stated, his head tilted as he stared back at Jude. 

“She’s not goin’,” he repeated slowly, glaring at Will. “I won’t let her see what you're capable of,” he added under his breath, his gaze shifting briefly to you. 

Your breath hitched as you locked eyes with Jude. You missed him, far more than you cared to admit. Even momentarily, you could see the storm clouding his amethyst eyes, a storm you wished so desperately to be swept up into.

“To fulfill her job as Fairytale Writer, she needs to see with her own eyes what we do.” Will turned his gaze to you, his smile both mischievous and alluring.

Stop looking at me like that; your smile has no effect on me.

“It’s your choice. You don’t have to listen to him,” Will continued, resting his chin in his hand, blood red nails gently tapping the table.

“You’re not Ellis, you can do what you want.” 

A flicker of frustration flashed across Jude’s face as his body visibly tensed. “Go to yer room.” He didn’t speak your name or look your way, but all in the room knew his words were for you.

“What you choose to do next is up to you,” William said.

Your eyes flicked between the two men; really, it was an easy choice for you to make.

*****

“What’s going on, Jude?” you asked, spinning in your spot to face him. Safe in your room and away from watchful eyes, you were finally able to give him a piece of your mind. “You broke it off. You left me. You ignored me for days on end.” You spit each word out, hurling the truth at him, hoping one would strike him and hurt him as much as he hurt you. “Why now do you care what I do?”

“It's dangerous,” was all he said.

“Yeah, you said that already.”

Jude looked away, his gaze unable to meet yours and huffed a small breath. “Didn't want ya to get hurt,” he said softly.

“Jude…”

Your heart ached as you spoke his name; you were right, he still cared. 

“”Don’t go gettin’ yer hopes up. I’m still a bad man.”

“You're not a bad man, Jude. You’re a good man, who happens to do some bad things.”

Jude just stared at you, curious to hear what words would next come from your mouth.

“And I accept that. I want to –”

“No more yappin’,” he said, cutting you off. Before you could get another word out, he stepped in front of you. With his face mere inches away from yours, you braced yourself, expecting a barrage of reasons why this wouldn’t work, while staring straight into his eyes. 

And then you saw a flicker; it was subtle, but it was there. A softening in his expression as he stared back at you.

You weren’t expecting him to bring his hands to your face and cup your cheeks gently; he surprised you when he pressed his lips to yours in a kiss. 

“Jude…” you said softly, pulling away from the kiss in a moment of shock.

“Shuddup,” he whispered, pulling you back in for another kiss. Wrapping his long arms around your shoulders, his fingers reached for the laces of your blouse, your body tingling from his touch. 

For the first time in days, you felt alive, his kiss breathing life back into you.  Jude was back. And you were in his arms where you belonged. 

He pressed his body against yours, his heat radiating as you felt a familiar firmness that stoked a fire in your belly. You pulled away from his kiss, his disappointment expressed in a strangled moan; overcome with desire, you flashed him a grin before you began to unbutton his shirt. 

Taking your time undoing his buttons, you let out a small laugh as you swatted his hands away from helping you. There was only one way to make up for lost time together and show him how much you loved him, and that was to drag this out as long as possible. 

Fingertips danced across his chest, tracing the lines of even the faintest scars, lingering when you noticed how his breath hitched and his body tensed the further you explored.

With a few quick tugs, you pulled the hem of his shirt free from his waistband to get to the last few buttons. Your grin grew wicked as you sank to your knees to finish your job. 

His gaze still upon you, he took your hand in his, and gently, so very gently, placed your hand on the bulge between his legs. Slowly, you traced the outline in his pants, enjoying the sweet, pleasurable sounds he made. 

Your gaze lingered on the prominent bulge in his pants. Sighing softly, you brought your hands to his waistband and unbuckled his belt. As your fingers wandered by his waistband, you tilted your chin up and looked into his eyes, waiting for his nod before continuing your exploration. His eyes were half-lidded, darkened with desire, as he gazed back at you seductively. 

“Princess…”

To hear him finally call you that, his special name for you, was enough to send warm tingles all throughout your body. Wrapping your fingers around his shaft, your eyes shifted to the cock in your hand.

Words could never describe how much you loved his cock. How much you loved holding his cock in your hand. How much you loved sliding his cock inside your mouth. 

Unable to tear your eyes away from your hand on his cock, you began to stroke his shaft, so softly at first it was almost torture. Your thumb teased his tip – it was soft as velvet, a drop of pre-cum appeared; you could not wait to slide your tongue over it and lick that drop. You stroked your lover, enjoying the weight of his balls cupped in your hand. 

He brought his hand to your face, tangling his fingers in your hair. You glanced up at him adoringly, one last time before he guided your head towards his hips. With a smile on your lips, you teased his tip once more, another drop appearing; your tongue darted out, licking it, enjoying its sweetness on your lips. Pumping his cock a few more times, you opened your mouth wide while sliding his length inside. 

Dragging your lips up and down his hard shaft, he groaned as he pulled your head closer to his body. Flicking your eyes up to meet his, you loved seeing his face filled with such pleasure. Popping his cock out of your mouth, you wrapped your fingers around him as you placed a trail of kisses along his shaft. You then placed gentle kisses on his balls, taking each one into your mouth. 

Wrapping your hair in his hands, he guided your mouth back to his throbbing cock. Sliding it into your mouth, you sucked on him until his length hit the back of your throat. He held your head there firmly as he began to thrust into your mouth roughly. Heat flooded your body as your mouth was filled with his cock. 

“Ah, fuck…”

Once he began to tremble, you kept your eyes on his, never wavering, as he shot his load down your throat. Lapping up all his juices, you licked his cock clean as he moaned blissfully, his hand finally letting go of your hair. 

He offered his hand to you, helping you stand. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, eager to see where the night led you.

With the moon shining bright through the windows in your room, Jude guided you towards the bed, shedding the last of your layers on the way there. When the back of your knees hit the mattress, you gently fell onto the plush covers. Jude climbed onto the bed, his body straddling yours, a hunger in his eyes that you missed so much. 

His mouth fastened to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a trail of biting kisses, his long fingers traveling up your thigh searching for your sweet spot. You let out a lewd sound when he slid a finger inside you, his thumb teasing your clit. 

His touch filled you with so much pleasure that when he finally slid his cock inside you, you felt like you might come instantaneously. 

Later you could take your time with him, but right now, you just wanted to feel every inch of him inside you as you squeezed his length on each thrust. Dragging your nails down his back, you left light scratches, marking him, claiming him as yours. Enraptured, he claimed you, his mouth sucking sweet marks across your chest.

When your pleasure peaked, it exploded. A warmth filled your body like you never felt before as Jude joined you in a state of rapturous bliss. He collapsed on you, your bodies still joined, your euphoria ephemeral.

He lifted his head and stared at you; the room was silent, so silent you could hear your heart pounding in your chest. He brought his hand to your face, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips.

Jude finally smiled at you, a smile so warm it made you melt.

“I really can’t get rid of ya, now can I?”

“Nope.”

“Even though I’m a bad man who does bad things?”

“Whatever,” you said with a huff of laughter.

He couldn't hide his smile as he pressed a kiss on your lips before resting his head on your chest.

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[glenechoslasher]

Could I have a John x fem reader where the reader reacts to John winning (but still beat tf up) in a bar fight?

Thanks bestie <3

Eyyy of COURSE you can bestie?! I have been practicing writing John, and I may not be the best, but I think I'm confident in my abilities. I think. But here, have a fun, flirty little brawl with your man~

"Trouble" ||

John Marston x f!Reader

Length: 2.1k

Rating: Mature: Mentions of blood, fighting, language

How John ended up in this situation was honestly beyond him, it was just an innocent outing with you and him running some errands for the ranch, and yet he was getting fist after fist pounded into his face. 

After a long day of working, you could tell he was going stir-crazy. His old life was all about freedom and running around, doing things to bring in money or just getting to do as he pleased, but now? He was on a ranch, pretending to be someone he wasn’t to get by, and his trigger finger was beginning to itch. But to make you happy, to keep your heads low, and to survive, John had to behave and live as his persona for the time being. 

“So, Jim,” you said with a smirk, “maybe we should stop at a saloon since it’s getting dark, we could eat a decent meal, maybe stay in a hotel for the night. I’m tired,” you sighed and leaned your head against the man’s shoulder. 

John matched your sigh and flicked the reigns on the horses as he pulled them to the right, heading into Valentine's territory, which he hadn’t expected to be back here so soon. “I mean, it is a long way back, we could use the rest. And I am starvin’, could use something that isn’t a stew for once.” 

You both pulled the wagon off and made sure the horses were comfortable, hitched to a nearby post, and then John helped you down to the ground and smiled wide with his arm wrapped around your waist. “Well, let’s get inside, maybe we can get a bath before bed, too,” he said softly with a smirk. He pulled you along and walked beside you, looking around the town that felt so different from when he was last here. 

As you both entered the saloon, you definitely could tell that the environment was more lively, but you both tried to keep your wits about you as you ordered some food and sat in the corner, away from the rowdy group of people. The food was delicious and the conversation you shared was pleasant, as usual, but John couldn't shake the feeling that eyes kept falling on you both. He'd look away from you as he stopped mid-sentence to see one of the men staring at the both of you, but he tried to pay no mind, you were taking his attention. 

The food was finished and you both were feeling content, the party of people in the saloon only grew larger in number and louder in volume, so you both figured it was time to head out to the hotel for the evening. John allowed you to walk out first so he could follow behind you, but you had barely gotten several steps toward the door when one of the men stepped in front of your path, blocking you from the exit.

“Hey there now, y'all ain't plannin’ on comin’ over to celebrate with us?” 

“Sorry, friend, but we have other plans to attend to,” John answered firmly. 

The man just scoffed, the reek of booze was strong on his breath, it was a wonder he was still standing. “Aww c'mon, my friend over there is gettin’ married, you could have one drink to congratulate him!”

“Sorry sir, but we don't even know you,” you said sharply, stepping back from him, and bumping into John. You felt a bit more at ease since he was here.

“And? You ain't heard of makin’ friends?” The man chuckled and grabbed your arm, pulling you along toward the table. He then decided to yank your arm and attempt to pull you over toward the table, but John stepped up and grabbed his wrist hard. 

“We ain't interested, sir. My woman and I are heading out for the evenin’, so maybe next time you should use your brain and not touch a lady when she says no.” 

John pushed the man away so you both had room to leave, but some of the drunk’s friends decided to get involved. 

John stepped up protectively, his spine stiffened as his hand hovered over the knife that was holstered, hidden beneath his jacket. “Sir, you got till the count of three to back off and leave us alone,” he warned. 

There had been a taller man who stood up from the table and interjected, pushing his friend gently off to the side. “Are you threatenin’ us?” He snapped. 

“I ‘spose I am,” John retorted, holding his ground as he pushed you further behind him to shield you. 

Another of the man's friends stepped up and tried to land a surprise swing on John, but he pushed you out of the way and took the hook to his shoulder. After that, John was brawling with several of the men who ganged up on you both. The one in the red shirt had tried to grab John to put him in a headlock so his friends could take their turns wailing on him, but your John was fast. He elbowed Red and kicked his leg in, causing the man to fall flat on his face.

That was one down—three more to go.

“I ain’t been in a bar fight in a long time,” John commented as he had both arms up, ready to block any attacks if needed, “but I’d rather continue my night with my lady if you gentlemen don’t mind.”

The three other men all ignored him and each one tried to punch him at different intervals to throw him off, but somehow, John managed to throw one man into the other and watched as the two tumbled straight into a table. The others who occupied the saloon were standing back and vacating the building. The bartender just sighed and walked off, not wanting to be part of yet another brawl. That left you, standing on the stairs away from the tussle. 

The gunslinger looked back and you, making sure you were out of harm's way, then he got back to it. The two men who collided with the table were too drunk to stand, and all they did was stumble over one another. There was one left standing, and he was a little larger than the others. 

“Look, I can just leave, no reason you gotta get involved,” John said nonchalantly, his stance easing up a little.

The man just glared down at him and he scoffed at the offer. “You ruined my engagement celebration, mister, I don’t take so kind to that.”

John just sighed and lifted his hands again, balling them into fists. “Alright then, have it your way,” he replied.

The man took a fast step forward and swung his fist straight at John’s jaw, and if it weren’t for the speed, maybe John would have dodged it, instead, he got nicked against his chin, which still caught him enough to cause some pain. That was all the distraction the man needed to step in and lunge at John, his larger body barreled into him and tackled him to the floor.

You let out a yelp, terrified that the man was going to have a one-up on John, and all you could do was watch in fear as your hands gripped the railing in fear. 

The gunslinger was pinned onto the floor as the man above him threw punch after punch, landing a blow on his cheek, and almost breaking his nose at one point. John held up his arms to block and tried his best to use the strength from his legs to somehow get him to slip off, and he managed to throw the man off of him for a split second. He scrambled to find some balance, then rolled off to the side as the man recovered. 

“Give up yet?” John asked with a smirk on his face as he licked the blood from his split lip, the bruises on his face forming fast.

The man just yelled out in frustration and then John had him in a blind frenzy, which made any man messy in a fight. John ducked from the swing and swung his right arm quickly, the blow landed in the side of the man’s temple, stunning him momentarily. Then it was over, John was finally standing over him and landing punch after punch in the man’s face until he fell unconscious. The gunslinger released the man’s collar, allowing his body to fall slack onto the wooden floor. 

He looked up at you, panting to catch his breath as he straightened his posture. The people who occupied the saloon had all either hidden somewhere or run off, and there were just the two of you left with the pile of unconscious men scattered about on the floor. You waited a moment before hesitantly walking down the stairs to run into his arms, thankful he was alright despite being a little black and blue. 

“As always you’re my hero,” you chuckled and reached up to touch his face, wiping away a smear of blood from his lip. 

“And as always, we’re both gettin’ into trouble,” he replied gruffly.

You just scoffed. “We?” 

“Well yeah, you’re my accomplice, partner in crime, ain’t you?” He asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Plus you’re the one always gettin’ the attention,” John teased as he slipped his arm through yours. He pulled you along and threw a couple of bills onto the countertop, then escorted you outside and across the muddly way, leading you straight to the hotel. 

You both walked inside, the environment a complete flip from the saloon, and you were more at ease now, and even more thankful when you saw the list of services. The gentleman behind the counter stopped sweeping the floor and greeted you both with a kind smile.

“Howdy, how can I help y’all this evenin’?” He looked between the both of you with concern but didn’t voice them. 

Your eyes looked over at John with a smile and then back at the desk man. “One bath and one room, please.”

The man smiled and got everything situated for you both, you thanked him and paid, then pulled John up the stairs to the bath. He followed obediently and cracked his neck as he ascended the stairs with you, groaning.

“Sleepin’ is gonna be a bitch, I just know it,” he complained.

“Well if you behaved for five minutes you wouldn’t have to worry about it, would you?” You scolded playfully as you looked over your shoulder at him. “He got some good hits in, but not gonna lie, Mister Marston, you looked really good kickin’ his ass.” You flashed him a cheeky smile and continued to lead him to the bath. “You go get cleaned up, I’ll get the room ready.” 

You almost walked away, leaving him in front of the bath door, but his hand grabbed your wrist, and then he pulled you back toward him, falling into him as his arms wrapped around you. “Yeah? You think I looked good, huh?” He asked flirtatiously, pulling you close so his face was mere inches from yours. “Then why do you think you can just leave me here alone?” “John Marston, are you implyin’ I’m gonna join you in your bath?” You gasped, faux shock crossed your features. 

All he could do was smile, the raised edges of the scars across his face made his face look extra handsome, and the dim lighting in the hall only made you admire his face even more. “Nah, I’m declarin’ that you are, unless you don’t wanna?” His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you into the most tender kiss he could manage. 

When he pulled away, your eyes fluttered open and you just stared up at him with a lovestruck smile. “Well, when you put it that way…”

That was all the confirmation he needed, so he opened the door to the readied hot bath, pulling you in after him, and you couldn’t help but giggle as he closed the door behind you both. You sighed as he leaned your hands against his chest, just smiling up at him with that look.

“I know that look, what is it?” 

“Nothin’, you’re just trouble, John Marston,” you said softly, your hand cupped his cheek again, mindful of how gentle you had to be. “But I wouldn’t change it for the world, you know that, right?”

The man looked down at you and pulled you into another kiss, pulling away a moment later with that charming smile you were unable to resist, his hand reached up to brush your hair away from your face so he could see the light in those pretty eyes of yours. Just a minor setback to your shared evening, but John always had ways to make it up to you. 

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Mischief and Angel- Part 2

"Gold or silver?" Stiles looks over as I hold up two doorknob options before shrugging, "Whatever you want, it's your room too. Should I get fancy duck tape to fix Rosco? Think he'd appreciate the bedazzling and stop breaking down on me?"

I roll my eyes and set the gold doorknob down before grabbing Stiles and pulling him towards check out, "You don't need anymore duck tape. Save the money for the wedding, Mischief."

Stiles scoffs, "Angel, we're practically rich. Ten dollars in duck tape won't break us."

At that Mrs. Mitchel seems to materialize out of thin air, "Wedding? Are you two gettin' hitched?" I glance at Stiles as he deflates because Mrs. Mitchel is the town gossip and if she finds out big news you better prepare yourself because the whole town's about to think you have three kids and a secret husband from Bora Bora. Poor Ms. Richards still hasn't convinced people she isn't married to a rich man in Bora Bora.

I plaster on a fake smile, "We're thinking about it, but we really should get going, we're having a special dinner tonight to celebrate Stiles' birthday."

I drag Stiles away before she has a chance to answer and he whispers, "Special dinner? My birthday? Angel, my birthday isn't for another two weeks." I roll my eyes before checking out and finally answer him as we walk out of the store and towards the jeep, "She doesn't know that, besides I plan on having a special dinner tonight."

He raises an eyebrow in question and I smirk, "Yeah, he's about 5' 11", has dark hair, amber eyes, and a nose that hits the clit just right when he's going down on me." Stiles almost trips over his own two feet before he practically drags me to the jeep, "Yeah, and what exactly do you plan to do with this dinner?"

I turn around and shudder at the look in Stiles' eyes, "Oh, Baby, I've got a lot of plans."

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My eyes fly open when the bedroom door is opened followed by a wide eyed Noah that quickly covers his eyes, "Oh god, I'm sorry! I need to talk to Stiles!"

Stiles sits up straight at the sound of his father's voice before grabbing the blanket from the foot of the bed and covers me up. We had been wrapped in a thin sheet but Stiles didn't seem convinced that it was enough.

He rolls out of bed and grabs a pair of sweatpants off the floor and jumps from foot to foot as he puts them on. When his sweatpants are on I can't help the small pleased growl that rumbles through my chest which causes him to shoot me a look and mutter, "Down girl, father in the doorway."

I chuckle before a something is thrown across my face that I recognize as the hoodie Stiles had been wearing earlier. I stay bundled in the blanket as Stiles slowly guides his dad out the door, "Alright Daddio, let's go this way and talk. Also, this is the exact reason we have a new door handle with a lock."

I snort after the door closes as I shove the blankets off my body. I slip on the hoodie before grabbing the bag with the new doorknob off the desk chair. I hum to myself when I realize that I need a screwdriver, "Well, I could go for a snack too."

I shrug and grab a pair of my shorts out of the dresser and slipping them on before skipping down the stairs. When I get to the kitchen I can see Stiles and Noah in the living room. I see Stiles groan and tune into their conversation, "How, how did she get that? Dad I swear, Y/N just made up an excuse to get away from her, we didn't even mention sex."

I raise an eyebrow and decide to ditch my snack. I walk into the living room causing Stiles and Noah to look at me before I ask, "What's wrong?"

Stiles frowns and throws his hands in the air, "Apparently you're a prostitute and convinced me to start an Only Fans and now we're rolling in the dough."

My jaw drops, "I'm sorry, Only Fans?! PROSTITUTE?! What the hell!"

Noah steps forward, "Mrs. Mitchel has it going around town that you corrupted Stiles and now you have to get married because you're pregnant and won't let Stiles be in the baby's life unless he marries you, and all that other stuff Stiles just said."

I want to laugh, it should be funny, but it's not. I growl and my eyes flash gold, "I would never keep him from his child. Never!"

Stiles wraps his arm around my waist from behind, "Easy tiger, it's okay, I know you wouldn't, dad knows you wouldn't, 90% of the town knows you wouldn't. It's just Mrs. Mitchel getting bored and ruining someone's day."

I lean into him with a scowl, "Yeah, well she succeeded. It was already a bad day and she made it worse." Stiles squeezes me tighter remembering the conversation from earlier, "Hey, we moved past that, we're okay, even if you do have an Only Fans."

I elbow him in the stomach and he grunts, "Okay, ow, just trying to be helpful." I roll my eyes before sagging against him, "Alright, moving on, I need a screwdriver to change the doorknob on our bedroom door. And fair warning, when I see Mrs. Mitchel again I swear to god there's going to be some words."

I shake Stiles' arms off before making my way back to the kitchen but I can't help but chuckle silently at what Stiles whispers to his dad, "Make sure no one arrests my fiancée for verbally abusing the elderly. I kind of need her close to me to be a functioning human being."

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Stiles and I are sitting on the couch with his laptop in front of us as we scroll through wedding venues to get an idea of what we want. I straighten and pull my popsicle out of my mouth and point at the screen, "That, right there, I like it!"

He stops over a venue titled, 'Enchanted Gardens' before raising an eyebrow, "Enchanted Gardens? Really? You want to get married in an enchanted garden? Have we learned nothing about any and all things enchanted?"

I roll my eyes and lick my popsicle so the juice doesn't get on my hand, "It's just a name Stiles, it isn't actually enchanted."

"You hope."

I pout and look at him, "But look at how pretty. Just imagine it, we have those fancy chairs set out and beautiful green and white decorations. An arbor with white lace and flowers! Ooo, we could even have the reception out there! There's plenty of space and we wouldn't have to go anywhere else. Plus there's an indoor option incase the weather isn't cooperating and the waterfall, Mischief. Think about the pict-what? Why are you looking at me like that?"

I furrow my eyebrows as I look at Stiles who is staring at me with literal heart eyes and a lovesick smile. He shakes his head gently and brushes some of the hair that had fallen out of my bun away from my face, "Nothing, just admiring how beautiful and wonderful you are. If that's where you want to get married, that's okay with me. We could get married in a dumpster and I wouldn't complain."

I blush but roll my eyes, "We aren't getting married in a dumpster. And I don't want to make all the decisions, it's our day, not just mine. I want you to have things there that you want too."

He nods, "Okay, but Angel, as long as you're there, that's all I really want." My face heats up and I lean in and give him a quick kiss, "I love you." I pull back and he hums, "Mmm, tastes like strawberries."

I snort and hold my popsicle out to him, "Want some?" He shrugs and takes it from me, "I mean, if you're offering yeah, you know strawberries are my weakness."

I chuckle and take the laptop off his lap as he enjoyed my his popsicle. As he's lost in another world I open a new tab and look at color patterns, I know I want white and green but I want another color. It feels like there is one color that will tie it all together but I can't think of what it is. As I scroll I see gold and hum to myself, it goes extremely well with ivy green but it just doesn't give me that 'ah ha' moment I'm looking for.

I keep scrolling down the page and then stop, "Mischief, I think I found it!" He leans over and shrugs, "Uhh, colors?" I roll my eyes and click on the picture, "Not just colors, our wedding colors! You know we decided we liked green and white and I told you I thought there was something I was missing, and I think I found it."

He raises an eyebrow and lick his red tinted lips, "Pink? You want green, pink, and white?" I frown, "You don't like it?"

He shakes his head, "No, it's not that, I just don't see how you can tie it all together. Don't get me wrong it sounds good, but how are you going to get pink and green to go together? Wouldn't they clash?"

I shake my head and lean closer, "There's more than one shade of green and pink, Stiles. I think sage green and dusty rose would go really good together."

"Dusty...rose? That's a color?"

I blink and stare at the screen that currently shows a square of color, with dusty rose written under it before highlighting it, "Stiles, what does that say?" He make a little 'oh' sound and nods, "Yeah, okay, I didn't see that. I'm shit at colors so that is entirely up to you. I mean, orange and blue sound like great colors to me."

I smack the back of his head and groan, "We are not using the Mets' colors for our wedding!"

He huffs and licks the rest of the popsicle off the stick, "Yeah, yeah, I know."

I roll my eyes as he gets up to throw the stick away and I decide to change our search, "So, what do you want in our house?"

I feel amusement, and you guessed it, mischief flow through the bond before he answers, still in the kitchen, "Mmm, probably a kitchen and living room. A few windows would be nice and I think a door is a major selling point, ya know?"

I scowl and when he comes out of the kitchen and sees me he coos, "Aww, you look like a cute little kitten who's angry. Like, your ears would be laid flat and you'd have those squinty grumpy eyes cats have." I roll my eyes, "I swear, just answer the damn question."

He holds up his hands, "Geez, okay. I don't know at least two bathrooms because, kids, and we'll need what, three, maybe four bedrooms?" I purse my lips and nod, "Maybe five, we did say we want a lot of kids so better to go with an extra room that way we can have a guest room just in case someone burns down their house and needs a place to crash. Cough cough, Scott and probably Erica."

Stiles snorts and nods, "Good idea, we can torture him by moaning extra loud." I shake my head in amusement knowing Stiles would do it just to make Scott uncomfortable, "I swear, you are so mean to him sometimes."

Stiles shrugs, "I don't really care, you know how many times I've heard and seen him and Allison, and then him and Kira? More times than I can count. Not to mention all the times he tried setting you up with Isaac."

I snort remembering the 'subtle' hints Scott kept throwing out about how Isaac would make a really good boyfriend. Even after he found out Stiles and I were dating he would still occasionally say something which annoyed me and hurt Stiles even though Scott was joking.

Stiles plops down on the couch beside me and I curl into his side and rest the laptop on his thigh, "This feels so surreal, like a dream. I feel like I'm going to wake up and it would all be a dream and I don't have you anymore. It terrifies me how much I love you. The thought that I could lose you, it's comforting to know that it would literally be impossible for you to walk away, but Stiles, our lives are dangerous you could...you could still..." I can't bring myself to say it and Stiles closes the laptop and setting it on the coffee table.

He pulls me into his side and lifts my face so I'm looking him in the eyes, "Y/N, listen to me, I'm not going anywhere. I'm not completely defenseless and since we mated I can feel how much stronger I am. I know it's scary, it terrifies me every time we face the monster of the week because I could lose you, but Angel, I have faith in us. We always come out on the other side and we'll keep doing that. I'm going nowhere, I'm wherever you are. I love you, so so much."

Silent tears roll down my face and I grab his hand that's wrapped around my waist, "I love you too, Mieczyslaw, more than anything in the world."

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That's how Noah finds them that night when he comes downstairs to leave for work. He can't help but smile at the sight, both of them asleep and Stiles holding Y/N close like she's the most important thing in the world, and he guesses that to Stiles, she is the most important thing in his world. Actually, no, that's not true, Y/N McCall, soon to be Stilinski, is his whole world.